She sat next to the trunk, in the crook made by the largest branch, swinging her legs. She stared at her pink canvas shoes. Tears begin to course down her cheeks turning her pink shorts to carnation.
“You were my best friend. My only friend. What am I gonna do without you?” The tiny leaves blow into her face, whipping her long black hair around her head. The wind’s touch is her only answer.
“Tell me how to go on,” she whispers into the clear blue sky.
“I love you. But my heart is broken.” She dries her eyes and sighs as if the world has just ended.
“I’ll never forget you.” The air swirls around her, lifting her hair into its whirl of activity, as if in answer. Then complete stillness settles over her.
She sits in the safety of the tree for a few more minutes, running her hand along the words carved into the trunk.
“I’m not sure I can live without you.” She jumps from the low-slung limb and walks toward her house. The children were waiting for dinner.